The day had begun beautifully. An unexpected upgrade to first-class had me riding leather all the way to Dallas for my long-awaited pilgrimage to the center of my football universe: Texas stadium. Three times earlier I had made it to the gates of the stadium, home of my beloved Dallas Cowboys, only to miss the last tour of the day. The fourth try promised to be a charm, in a big way: a sideline pass on the big Thanksgiving Day game; not just access to the stadium, but the very field itself. I was in heaven. Bury me under the sweet, green Astroturf of Texas stadium.
Monthly Archives: July 1998
Living the calling
Ted Jackson was in the middle of a sea of people on Bourbon Street in New Orleans. People were partying, lewd and obscene acts happening around him. Mardi Gras.
Almost 13 years ago, Jackson had been assigned to cover Bourbon Street festivities for the Times-Picayune. Despite his objection to what occurred on Bourbon Street, he felt he would find something photographically different. In the midst of the crowd, Jackson instead says he found anoppressive evil spirit. He began to look for something different.
Faith of a child
“If you confess with your mouth Jesus as Lord, and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you shall be saved: for with the heart man believes, resulting in righteousness, and with the mouth he confesses, resulting in salvation” — (Romans 10:9-10)
A few years ago, Ling was sick at home with the flu. Our 5-year-old daughter Jennifer was very concerned. With tears welling up in her eyes, Jennifer looked at mom lying on
the bed and asked, “Mom, are you going to die?” Ling said, in her motherly understanding, “Some day, Mom will die…but you know what? Jesus said I will go to Heaven.”